MY DOG SNORES — open, spar

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    ミTAGS && the sun gives off a beam of warmth for the first time this week. it feels nice on her muscles and suddenly, she's struck with the ravenous urge to just-- do something. the day is nice, she's feeling nice but also cramped, like she's not doing enough with her arms and legs. like if she held the form of a child, she'd speed back and forth across the camp at a mad dash 'til her limbs wore out and she was satisfied. chica decides to take a more action-driven approach in response to the sudden energy flouncing up her bones. she pads toward the center of the village, pointed ears aimed skyward and purple eyes alight with something.. uncommon for her. its not happiness, but it comes close. "oi, anyone finna tussle?"

    /wait for PineFall to post please! >:)

    "I do, I wanna try what I learned..!"The young female stated almost proudly as if she'd somehow learned better fighting moves over the past few days. The elkhound would shift lightly in her form already attempting to see where she had to move to, the one thing was Baked had never actually fought aganist someone...and rather burned them. Light chestnut eyes seeming to spark while the two faced on another, a grin was placed on Ally's face as her tail stayed straight against her. No reason to walk past a sparring request as she doubted it would go anywhere severe, especially as this was Chica she was going against.

    Then again things could change like a flip of a coin.



    (Crap post before work .,.)

    ミTAGS && a grin widens her lips at the friendly face. "sure." she sees nothing wrong with this set-up. actually she's pretty damn pleased about it. chicagocrimes pads a few steps closer, tufted ears now swiveling toward bakedalaska. a good ol' mother-daughter brawl sounds like a lovely event to partake in-- but that just might be her. "alright, here are the rules; no powers, no weapons, no claws but teeth are fine and mm, let's be careful and play safe," the woman's pale nose twitches against her dark base while purple attentions drag over baked's frame. 'relay that back to me, then you can have the first shot."

    THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS — CreamSoda — The Sanctuary — tags


    Mama and Alaska were fighting? Why? Wouldn't they much rather sit inside with hot cocoa? It was cold out here... She had better things to do than this. She didn't want either of them to get hurt though... They both agreed to play safe (or at least she could only imagine Alaska would agree. Why would she hurt their mother?), but she couldn't help but be worried. It was... concerning. Fighting was wrong... right? Perhaps there was a silver lining, but she couldn't see it. Be careful... The quiet cat insisted, her ears pinned back.


    "We aren't allowed to use claws,weapons or powers...as well as be careful"Ally would repeat the rules that had just been told to her, glancing over towards Creamsoda with a laid back smile. As if that would help ease her sibling towards this tussle the two were about to do...Baked wouldn't hurt Chica n purpose..no matter how she acted. In that first few seconds Baked would attempt to run towards her mama aiming to throw the feline off balance as a starting move. She didn't want to be the first to clash their teeth together, as Ally didn't think she had perfected enough to do so.

    ミTAGS && "don't worry, we will." chicago casually assures with a soft albeit cocky smile directed her way before glancing towards her opponent— only to recoil in surprise when al is suddenly, almost literally, stepping on her toes. she doesn't hesitate another second. the caracal pushes herself up from the ground and careens strongly to the Left to avoid a full-on collision before then aiming to slam herself and her weight forward into the vulnerable side of her speeding daughter. it's not an impressive mark if it hits— in fact it's rather sloppy and it'd be a wonder if baked so much as falls over. a little stumble is much more likely,